.until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ...ar it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont want. “One more joke. That’s all you get, one more.” “Do you know how many times I’ve only had one more?” “Keep talking. This’ll be your last one. Trust me, keep talking and see what happen.” I step closer to her to put myself in range of her hands. “What happens if I keep talking?” As she raises her hand to swing at me, I stop her. “Hit me and you’re cooking your own dinner.” “What are we having?” “That’s what I thought.” After dinner, I showed her to the room she’d be staying in. Since we. . an orgasm? Was this monster going to make her cum?Sure enough, as this monsters thrusting got more rhythmic and settled, Amanda felt the pressure of an explosive orgasm building. All the sensations that this beast had created in her - the sucking of her nipples, the poking and prodding of her ass and pussy, even the restraining her had gotten her so turned on that now with it fucking her so good, she was going to cum!The monster kept thrusting deep into her mating with her as it held her. After the graduation ceremony, just before we left the school for the final time, I spoke with Ms. Voulet and thanked her. I felt I at least owed her that for all the toils I had caused. I also gave her a white envelope telling her it was a gift from myself and Megan... a thank you so to speak... and we hoped her and her husband enjoyed it.As we were walking to our car I heard her gasp and knew she had opened the envelope I gave her."What was in there?" Megan asked."Two first-class round trip.